Rap God – Eminem

Letra Música Rap God – Eminem

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings

But I’m only going to get this one chance

Something’s wrong, I can feel it

(For six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)

Just a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen

But I don’t know what

If that means what I think it means

We’re in trouble, big trouble

And if he is as bananas as you say

I’m not taking any chances

You were just what the doc ordered

I’m beginning to feel like a rap God, rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But, for me, to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a living and a killing off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack

I’m an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill ‘em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don’t really wanna get into a pissing match

With this rappity-rap

Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac

Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

And at the exact same time

I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing that

I’ll still be able to break a mothafuckin’ table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic

I was under Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow?

All I do is drop F-bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time, period

Here’s a maxipad

It’s actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I’m masterfully constructing this master piece

I’m beginning to feel like a rap God, rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain’t that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret

To rap immortality like I have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the earth like an asteroid

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since

MC’s get taken to school with this music

‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I’m a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac

N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up

Blow up and be in a position to meet Run DMC and induct them

Into the mothafuckin’ Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I’ll walk in the church

And burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in

Is the alcohol of fame, on the wall of shame

You fags think it’s all a game

‘Til I walk a flock of flames off a plank

And, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Little gay-looking boy

So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy

You’re witnessing a mass-occur

Like you’re watching a church gathering take place, looking boy

Oy vey, that boy’s gay, that’s all they say, looking boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a way to go from your label every day, looking boy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

I get a hell, yeah from Dre, looking boy

I’ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit

Get outta my face, looking boy

Basically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable

To keep it up with the same pace, looking boy

‘Cause I’m beginning to feel like a rap God, rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I’m racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod this planet’s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I’ll be Odin

You rodent, I’m omnipotent

Let off then I’m reloading immediately

With these bombs I’m toting

And I should not be woken, I’m the walking dead

But I’m just a talking head, a zombie floating

But I got your mom deep throating

I’m out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothing in common, poodle

I’m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm

And pay homage, pupil

It’s me, my honesty’s brutal, but it’s honestly futile

If I don’t utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch

I scribble and doodle enough rhymes

To maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case, ‘cause even you unsigned rappers

Are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime

I know there was a time

Where once I was king of the underground

But I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come trying to censor you

Like that one line I said on I’m Back, from the Mathers LP

One when I tried to say I’ll take seven kids from Columbine

Put ‘em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine

See, if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was

But I’m morphing into an immortal, coming through the portal

You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004, though

And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You’re pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot you

Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

‘Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather’s pad

Singing to a man while they played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station

The very next day: Hey Fab, I’ma kill you!

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I’m a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you? I’m superhuman

Innovative and I’m made of rubber

So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me

And it’ll glue to you

And I’m devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a mothafuckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they’ll be celebrating

‘Cause I know the way to get ‘em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Oh, he’s too mainstream

Well, that’s what they do when they get jealous

They confuse it

It’s not hip-hop, it’s pop

‘Cause I found a hella way to fuse it with rock

Shock rap with Doc

Throw on Lose Yourself and make ‘em lose it

I don’t know how to make songs like that

I don’t know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I’m ripping any one of these verses

That versus you, it’s curtains

I’m inadvertently hurting you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice your songs

You could sacrifice virgins too

School flunky, pill junky

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself ‘cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I’m a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues

But it’s still tongue in cheek, fuck you

I’m drunk, so Satan take the fucking wheel

I’m asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz

Still chunky, but funky

But in my head there’s something

I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils

And here’s what they want from me

They’re asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had

Then you may be a little patient

And more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life’s handing you lemons

Make lemonade then, but if I can’t batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don’t mistake him for Satan, it’s a fatal mistake

If you think I need to be overseas

And take a vacation to trip abroad

And make her fall on her face

And don’t be a retard

Be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?

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